AND THEN THEY WERE GONE

I think I noticed the baby birds in the nest outside the front door a week ago today. In all my forty something years, I'd never experienced that before. I've also never had a dog have puppies or a cat have kittens. Maybe someday. Anyhoo, yesterday morning I went to look at them and was devastated to see two of them lying on the ground. Dead. When I looked in the nest, I could only see one and it was barely moving and didn't even pick it's little head up to look at me. I couldn't find the third one and figured the neighborhood cat (not Minnie, she doesn't go out except for a few minutes out the back door) got it. I don't know why people let their cats roam around at night, but Minnie "protects" our house frequently when they come around the front windows at night. Have you ever heard a cat yell? Hubby says she's possessed. I say she's just protecting us from the bad night kitties. Later in the day I went out and saw the third bird in the flower bed. Dead. I guess it was under a bush when I went looking for it the first time. But the bird in the nest was making noise and moving around so I thought one out of four isn't too bad. Then last night, during the baseball game (yep, that time of year again), we hear Minnie going into spaz mode again. Sure enough, one of the night cats was by the window. I could hear momma and daddy bird squawking but the baby bird was still safe in the nest. By now, I'm obsessed with this bird and chased the bad cat away. I told the momma bird to protect it's baby. About 30 min. later, at the beginning of the 10th inning, which we finally won, I went out again. The baby bird was gone! I took the flashlight out and looked around the bushes but couldn't see it or hear it. I've looked around this morning and haven't seen it anywhere. I'm hoping it got away and is safe and sound.

Boring life?

Maybe.